nemisis5323
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Milia found herself in a strange setting. Her arms were spread open as though she were about to hug someone. She couldn't see her hands, only five inches where her arms should be. They were incased in a wooden stock that seemed to be developed to trap her arms, so she was unable to move them the slightest. Milia's legs were also strapped to these stocks, but she could see her stocking feet. She was in a standing position, all she could think about was how she had gotten here, did she do something to cause this? The questions kept coming, but the answers to those questions never did. Why was she there?
Milia was a gorgeous woman, she had a soft complexion, with green eyes, black hair, red lips. She had a smile most men would kill to see. Though none ever did...
Milia strained pulled against the stocks, but as she did the binds on them grew increasingly tighter, she was truely trapped.
From behind her Milia heard a sound. Straining her ears in a vein attempt to hear something. Whether or no the noise was caused by a human or not, she couldn't hear anything else. Milia's eyes went wide, she glanced from her left to her right, as black gloved hands reached past her face as though showing off their presents.
"Oh my God!" Milia cried. The hands disappeared behind the girl. Milia strained her head trying to see the face the hands belonged to.
"No peaking." Said a male.
"What do you want!?" Milia cried. She continued to pull on the stocks, though she knew she wouldn't escape unless the man freed her or someone else did. Mili felt something tap her shoulder. She glanced towards it and noticed a gloves. The man had taken them off.
"I just wanted to know something." The man said.
"W...what?" Milia asked.
"Are you good with distance?" The man asked.
"No." Milia answered.
"Too bad." The man said. The man ran his fingers over the tops of Milia's arms. He felt as the tiny hairs perked up. Milia started to wrigle where she stood. She pulled down on the stocks. Sadly she knew what the man was planning. And in horror his fingers dipped into the hollows of her pits. It took one long swipe with his fingers, before Milia started to giggle.
"HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The man was satisfied with the reaction. He continued to run his fingers even faster over her soft sensative pits, Milia giggles turned into fits of laughter, she wiggled even harder against the binds, but they held firmly onto her. Milia screamed, her scream echoed through the room that concealed her from anything else. She glanced towards the ground, and than looked straight ahead. Her ears picked up another sound... Music. Than she knew what the man was talking about. Distance.
"S...S...STOP!" Milia begged, her giggles were rampant, she breathed deeply, snorted, laughed harder. Saliva dripped from her lips. Her eyes were shut tight, her cheeks red, her underarms red, she tried to compress her arms, to close them off to the fingers.
The man's touch was like ice to the sensative alcoves of her pits. He traced the tines lines that had formed in them, he scratched them wildly, than ran a single finger over them.
Tears leaked from her eyes, she felt as though her head was about to explode. The minutes ticked slowly by. Even though Milia could see her hands, she felt her fingers touched the back of the stocks, she scratched at them, trying despeartly to find a mechanism that might unleash her arms, but there was none to be found. Milia screamed louder, she tried to stop laughing, but it didn't work.
She could hear the man breathing deeply behind her, as though he were getting off on what was happening. Half-an-hour passed, and still the man didn't let up, even though Milia was no longer laughing, her laughter had turned into cries and moans, she couldn't stand any more. She would have done anything just as long as the tickling stopped. Her head started to swim, her eyes began to close. Her laughter had stopped, she now moaned and tettered on the brink of collapse. Finally the man lifted his hands, and retrived the gloves taht were once drapped over Milia's arms. The man spoke, his voice more excited than last.
"Are you good with distance now?" He asked.
"Yes." Milia answered, her voice strained.
"Than tell me." The man said.
"Were...two feet from the club." Milia said. Her thoughts had returned back to the club where her and her friends went to have some drinks, a man bought her a coke and than she wound up here. She was two feet from help, two feet from friends and strangers that might help. Two feet. The man laughed, and that was the last thing Milia heard, before her head fell downwards, and she drifted to sleep.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Milia was a gorgeous woman, she had a soft complexion, with green eyes, black hair, red lips. She had a smile most men would kill to see. Though none ever did...
Milia strained pulled against the stocks, but as she did the binds on them grew increasingly tighter, she was truely trapped.
From behind her Milia heard a sound. Straining her ears in a vein attempt to hear something. Whether or no the noise was caused by a human or not, she couldn't hear anything else. Milia's eyes went wide, she glanced from her left to her right, as black gloved hands reached past her face as though showing off their presents.
"Oh my God!" Milia cried. The hands disappeared behind the girl. Milia strained her head trying to see the face the hands belonged to.
"No peaking." Said a male.
"What do you want!?" Milia cried. She continued to pull on the stocks, though she knew she wouldn't escape unless the man freed her or someone else did. Mili felt something tap her shoulder. She glanced towards it and noticed a gloves. The man had taken them off.
"I just wanted to know something." The man said.
"W...what?" Milia asked.
"Are you good with distance?" The man asked.
"No." Milia answered.
"Too bad." The man said. The man ran his fingers over the tops of Milia's arms. He felt as the tiny hairs perked up. Milia started to wrigle where she stood. She pulled down on the stocks. Sadly she knew what the man was planning. And in horror his fingers dipped into the hollows of her pits. It took one long swipe with his fingers, before Milia started to giggle.
"HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The man was satisfied with the reaction. He continued to run his fingers even faster over her soft sensative pits, Milia giggles turned into fits of laughter, she wiggled even harder against the binds, but they held firmly onto her. Milia screamed, her scream echoed through the room that concealed her from anything else. She glanced towards the ground, and than looked straight ahead. Her ears picked up another sound... Music. Than she knew what the man was talking about. Distance.
"S...S...STOP!" Milia begged, her giggles were rampant, she breathed deeply, snorted, laughed harder. Saliva dripped from her lips. Her eyes were shut tight, her cheeks red, her underarms red, she tried to compress her arms, to close them off to the fingers.
The man's touch was like ice to the sensative alcoves of her pits. He traced the tines lines that had formed in them, he scratched them wildly, than ran a single finger over them.
Tears leaked from her eyes, she felt as though her head was about to explode. The minutes ticked slowly by. Even though Milia could see her hands, she felt her fingers touched the back of the stocks, she scratched at them, trying despeartly to find a mechanism that might unleash her arms, but there was none to be found. Milia screamed louder, she tried to stop laughing, but it didn't work.
She could hear the man breathing deeply behind her, as though he were getting off on what was happening. Half-an-hour passed, and still the man didn't let up, even though Milia was no longer laughing, her laughter had turned into cries and moans, she couldn't stand any more. She would have done anything just as long as the tickling stopped. Her head started to swim, her eyes began to close. Her laughter had stopped, she now moaned and tettered on the brink of collapse. Finally the man lifted his hands, and retrived the gloves taht were once drapped over Milia's arms. The man spoke, his voice more excited than last.
"Are you good with distance now?" He asked.
"Yes." Milia answered, her voice strained.
"Than tell me." The man said.
"Were...two feet from the club." Milia said. Her thoughts had returned back to the club where her and her friends went to have some drinks, a man bought her a coke and than she wound up here. She was two feet from help, two feet from friends and strangers that might help. Two feet. The man laughed, and that was the last thing Milia heard, before her head fell downwards, and she drifted to sleep.
TO BE CONTINUED...
